I made cheesecake for lunch. That's not wrong, is it? It's really good cheesecake. It has three bars of cream cheese, three eggs, 1/2 cup of sour cream, 1/4 cup of flour, 3/4 cup of sugar, 1 tsp of vanilla, and a cup of mini chocolate chips in it. I made the crust with graham crackers and butter. Okay, I'm kidding myself, it's wrong in so many ways. But man, is it good!
Our houseguest thought so, too. Steve Boyd aka FarSide just left for the airport after spending a few nights with us. He was in San Francisco for Oracle World so he stuck around for a little r'n'r. I had fun playing tour guide yesterday. We went to Ocean Beach and admired the results of the sand castle contest. We spent our quarters at the Musee Mechanique playing 1890's mechanical games and 1980's video games. We drove through Golden Gate Park and up to Twin Peaks where we had a good if hazy view of Marin and Oakland and the city below us. I took the classic tourist photo of FarSide holding his finger on "top" of the TransAmerica Pyramid. Then we went to Palo Alto for the evening while listening to the end of the agonizingly exciting 13 inning Giants game on the radio. The Giants lost, but Stanford won so it balanced out.
Tami Vining was in town, too. I should stick to online character names to be consistent and call her Punk Dyke but that's too much work. Anyway, Tami and FarSide and I had a wildly exciting Friday night while John was off at the volleyball game. I made beef stroganoff, we drank sodas, and we talked. By nine thirty FS was falling asleep from the combined excitement of being three time zones out of whack and having been at a convention all week. Tami had to drive back to the city so she headed out at ten. The cats decided to sleep with our guest and piled up next to him in the living room. John came home and went to bed. By eleven I was the only one awake. La vida loca, baby.
Now it's quiet, and I'm doing chores. I'm a little down about the Giants losing to the Mets today. No Series for us, and maybe not for the Bay Area since the A's are not doing very well at the moment. The fog is rolling in and the sun is setting. Time for a cup of mango tea while I look for the box with the Halloween decorations. This neighborhood goes all out for Halloween, apparently. Every day the neighbors across the street have more decorations up. First it was a light-up Frankenstein, then a row of little pumpkins on their porch railing, then some yard vampires (kind of like lawn flamingos), and today we noticed they've wound black and orange sparkly tinsel around the pillars of their porch. I feel positively obliged to get out my light-up pumpkin and my paper jointed skeletons. I wouldn't want to be the only one on my block without a ghost in the window or an orange lightbulb in the front porch light.
Imagine what Christmas is going to be like.
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